So, when they leave for the store, we act sensually intimate towards each other.
Which, has it perks.
Until, you realize that your Aunts car is parked in the driveway.
And, shes not in it. The only thing we deduct from our situation.
Is Oh My Jeez! She's in the living room!
And, the doors partially open, the mood is gone plus embarrassment sets in.
Which leads to are plans, well, doing "the you know what"Kiss, halting at a complete stop.
After, nervously debating, WHAT THE HELL WE SHOULD DO? We decide to act normal
But, Mom and dad arrive home and we need to help with groceries.
So, with are hysterical laughter over. We walked out with our worried exteriors.
But, Aunt Shell was not there.
We were still worried...." where the hell is she?" Did she leave because of us? Uh-oh, maybe, we made everything feel awkward.
After a few glances back and forth. Michael asked "Why Shells car was here?" His mother said she needed to park here because she was going to up to the bar. And with a few short words.. we were FREED
